Sunday, 18 November 2012

40k: De-throned…

Terminus was feeling quite pleased with himself. His plague-ridden force was waiting for the final order to assault the planet below. He would choose his moment carefully; in the meantime he was enjoying the quiet before the storm, anticipating the panic rife on Cherbull.

The silence came to an abrupt end, warning claxons screaming into life. Another ship had entered the system. It was a colossal battlecruiser, bloated and distorted, the three circles of Nurgle proud upon it's hull. It drifted into the system above the gather Chaos vessels. Within minutes Terminus's own flagship had been plunged into complete shadow.He now understood what his visions had meant.

After waiting what seemed an age, like a condemned man waiting for the guillotine blade to drop, the door to the viewing dome slid open and an enormous, horned silhouette strode in, stopping at the edge of the darkness, as if the light would melt his flesh. His outline appeared to shimmer, distorted by spores and flies floating about his mass.